Li Mu Yang watched Chu Ning with a beaming smile and said, "What a dilemma. If I took a princess as my servant, should I have her do my laundry and cooking, or massage my shoulders? I could even have her perform a striptease for me. But I heard princesses are all helpless at housework and ignorant of the five grains. I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to do anything at all. Come to think of it, I'd be suffering a huge loss."
"Li Mu Yang." Chu Ning leaned her head toward his, her face carrying a warm, charming smile, but the words she spoke were chilling with Killing Intent. "I will definitely kill you."
"There are plenty of people who want to kill me. Who do you think you are?" Li Mu Yang smiled as well, but the ferocity in his heart was rapidly rising.
He did not know what was wrong with him. He had begun to hate it when others spoke to him in such an overbearing tone, and he hated it even more when they casually hung words like "kill" and "die" on their lips.
He always felt that he was the proudest and most exalted existence, the mighty and invincible Dragon King. These puny humans actually dared to speak to him in that tone.
Li Mu Yang hurriedly composed himself.
What a terrible experience. He kept instinctively identifying himself with the Dragon King, making it easy for that old man's foul, haughty personality—looking down on all beneath heaven and acting as though no one was worthy of his notice—to influence him. Even when facing Princess Xifeng, he found it difficult to rein in that idiotic-looking domineering air, and consequently blurted out some highly inappropriate and infuriating vulgar jokes.
It was all the Dragon King's fault!